Wesnoth 1.10 - en to gd translation catalogue (176 entries)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: An Orcish Incursion
gd: Foghail nan deamhan

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: AOI
gd: FnD

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: (Beginner)
gd: (Neach-tòiseachaidh)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Fighter
gd: Cathach

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: (Normal)
gd: (Àbhaisteach)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Lord
gd: Morair

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: (Challenging)
gd: (Dùbhlanach)

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: High Lord
gd: Àrd-mhorair

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: Defend the forests of the elves against the first orcs to reach the Great Continent, learning valuable tactics as you do so.
gd: Dìon coilltean nan sìthichean an aghaidh nan ciad deamhain a ràinig an tìr-mòr, ag ionnsachadh innleachd luachmhor leis.

note: [campaign]: id=An_Orcish_Incursion
en: (Novice level, 7 scenarios.)
gd: (Ìre fhoghlamaiche, 7 cnàmh-sgeulan.)

note: [about]
en: Campaign Design
gd: Dealbhadh iomairte

note: [about]
en: Adaptation for mainline
gd: Ath-riochdachadh dhan phrìomh-loidhne

note: [about]
en: Post 1.4 story and gameplay improvements
gd: Sgeulachd an dèidh 1.4 is leasachadh air a’ chluiche

note: [about]
en: Artwork and Graphics Design
gd: Ealan is grafaigeachd

note: [about]
en: Editing, proofreading and gameplay testing
gd: Deasachadh, ceartachadh is feuchainn

note: [scenario]: id=01_Defend_the_Forest
en: Defend the Forest
gd: Dìon na coille

note: [side]: type=Elvish Lord, id=Erlornas
en: Erlornas
gd: Earlornas

note: [side]: type=Elvish Lord, id=Erlornas
en: Elves
gd: Sìthichean

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Keremal [side]: type=Orcish Slayer, id=Gharlsa [side]: type=Orcish Sovereign, id=Rualsha [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Gnargha [side]: type=Orcish Warlord, id=Krughnar [side]: type=Orcish Warrior, id=Urugha
en: Orcs
gd: Deamhain

note: [part]
en: The arrival of humans and orcs caused turmoil among the nations of the Great Continent. Elves, previously in uneasy balance with dwarves and others, had for centuries fought nothing more than an occasional skirmish. They were to find themselves facing conflicts of a long-forgotten intensity.
gd: Dh’adhbharaich teachd na cinne-daonna is nan deamhan còmhstri am measg muinntir an tìre-mhòir. B’ àbhaist dha na sìthichean a’ cumail meidh an-shocair leis na troichean is na cinnidhean eile is cha robh iad air cogadh a dhèanamh ach streup bho àm gu àm. A-nis, bhiodh dèinead chòmhstrithean romhpa air nach robh cuimhne bho chionn aimsir.

note: [part]
en: Their first encounter with the newcomers went less well than either side might have wished.
gd: Cha deach a’ chiad choinneamh leis a’ mhuinntir ùr cho math ’s a bha gach taobh dhiubh an dòchas.

note: [part]
en: But humans, though crude and brash, at least had in them a creative spark which elves could recognize as akin to their own nature. Orcs seemed completely alien.
gd: Co-dhiù no co-dheth, ged a bha an cinne-daonna amh is ladarna, bha lasair cruthachail annta a dh’aithnicheadh na sìthichean mar rud a bha càirdeil ris an nàdar aca fhèin. Cha robh na deamhain ach allmharach dhaibh.

note: [part]
en: For some years after Haldric’s people landed, orcs remained scarce more than a rumor to trouble the green fastnesses of the elves. That remained so until the day that an elvish noble of ancient line, Erlornas by name, faced an enemy unlike any he had ever met before.
gd: Air  feadh beagan bhliadhnaichean an dèidh muinntir Thaldraig a bhualadh tràigh, cha bhiodh na deamhain ach fàthan a chuireadh an-shocair air tìr uaine nan sìthichean. ’S ann mar sin a bhiodh cùisean gus an latha a sheas Earlornas, duine-uasal nan sìthichean, an aghaidh nàmhad air nach facadh a leithid roimhe riamh.

note: [part] "northern marches" is *not* a typo for "northern marshes" here. In archaic English, "march" means "border country".
en: The orcs were first sighted from the north marches of the great forest of Wesmere.
gd: Thàinig na deamhain air  fàire a’ chiad turas air na crìochan ceann a tuath na coille mòire Loch Bheasa.

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Elves can move quickly and safely among the trees. Pick off the enemy grunts with your archers from the safety of the forest.
gd: Gliocas:
    ’S urrainn dha shìthichean gluasad nas luaithe is nas sàbhailte am measg nan craobhan. Marbh madagain an nàmhad leis na boghadairean agad bhon choille shàbhailte.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Urugha
gd: Thoir buaidh air Urugha

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Erlornas
gd: Bàs Earlornais

note: [event]
en: Lomarfel
gd: Lomarfail

note: [message]: id=Lomarfel
en: My lord! A party of aliens has made camp to the north and lays waste to the forest. Our scouts believe it’s a band of orcs.
gd: Mo thighearna! Tha buidheann dhe nàimhdean a’ campachadh gu tuath is ag ana-caitheamh na coille. Tha na rabhadairean againn dhen bheachd gur e buidheann dhe dheamhain a th’ ann.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Orcs? It seems unlikely. The human king, Haldric, crushed them when they landed on these shores, and since then they’ve been no more than a bogey mothers use to scare the children.
gd: Deamhain! Chan eil seo furasta creidinn. Chuir righ na cinne-daonna, Taldraig, fìor ruaig orra nuair a thàinig e dhan tìr seo agus bhon àm seo a-mach cha robh iad ach ’nam bodach faoin-sgeulach a chleachdadh màthraichean gus an t&#8209;eagal a chur air an cuid cloinne.

note: [message]: id=Lomarfel
en: So it seemed, my lord. Yet there is a band of them in the north cutting down healthy trees by the dozen, and making great fires from the wood. They trample the greensward into mud and do not even bury their foul dung. I believe I can smell the stench even here.
gd: Seo a bhiodh sinn uile a’ creidinn, mo thighearna. A dh’aindeoin sin, tha buidheann dhiubh gu tuath a’ gearradh sìos grunn chraobhan slàna is a’ togail theintean mòra leis a’ mhaide. Tha iad a’ saltair air an fheur is ’ga fhàgail ’na bhoglach is cha chuir iad fiù ’s an cac breun aca fon talamh. Cha chreid mi nach eil mi a’ faireachdainn an fhàileadh uabhasach eadhon an-seo.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: So the grim tales of them prove true. They must not be allowed to continue; we must banish this blight from our forests. I shall marshal the wardens and drive them off. And the Council needs to hear of this; take the message and return with reinforcements, there might be more of them.
gd: A rèir coltais tha na sgeulachdan grànnda mun deidhinn fìor. Chan fhaod iad leantainn orra; feumaidh sinn an galar seo fhuadach bho ar coilltean. Cruinnichidh mi na freiceadain agus cuiridh sinn ruaig orra. Feumaidh an comhairle cluinntinn mu dhèidhinn; thoir teachdaireachd thuca is till le foirlionadh, ’s dòcha gu bheil barrachd dhiubh ann.

note: [message]: id=Lomarfel
en: Yes, my lord!
gd: Aidh mo thighearna!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Look at them. Big, slow, clumsy and hardly a bow in hand. Keep to the trees, use your arrows and the day will be ours.
gd: Seallaibh orra. Tha iad mòr mall cearbach is cha mhòr gun bhoghaichean sam bith aca. Cumaibh fo na craobhan, cleachdaibh na saighdean agaibh is thèid an latha oirnne.

note: [message]: race=elf
en: It’s hopeless; we’ve tried everything, and they’re still coming back.
gd: Chan eil cothrom na Fèinne againn; rinn sinn ar dìcheall is tha iad fhathast a’ tilleadh.

note: [message]: id=Urugha
en: Forward, you worthless worms! Look at them, they’re tired and afraid! You killed their will to fight, now go and finish the job!
gd: Air adhart, a bhoiteagan gun fheum a tha sibh! Seallaibh orra, tha iad sgìth is eagallach! Mharbh sibh am miann sabaide aca, a-nis dèanaibh a chùis orra!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: That cloud of dust on the horizon... flee! There’s more of the abominations heading this way! Fall back before we’re outnumbered and crushed.
gd: Tha duslach air  fàire ... teichibh! Tha barrachd dhe na cùisean-ghràinealachd gu bhith a’ gabhail oirnn! Dèanamaid cùlachadh mus gheibh sinn bàs bhon a tha cus dhiubh ann.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas didn’t drive the orcs back, although he and his warriors tried their absolute best. When another war band arrived, elvish resistance crumbled.
gd: Cha do chuir am Morair Earlornais ruaig air na deamhain ged a rinn e agus a chuideachd an dìcheall. Nuair a thàinig cath-bhuidheann eile, bhris iad comhaireachd nan sìthichean.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Of the ensuing events little is known, since much was lost in the chaos and confusion, but one thing is painfully sure. Elves lost the campaign.
gd: Cha d’ fhuair sinn naidheachd air na thachair an uair sin air sgàth ’s gun deach mòran air chall leis an dubh-choimeasg a thàinig orra. Chan eilear cinnteach ach à aon rud truagh ’s gun do chaill na sìthichean an iomairt.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Ugh...
gd: U ...

note: [message]: id=Urugha
en: Finally! Got him!
gd: Mu dheireadh thall! Fhuair mi e!

note: [message]: race=elf
en: Lord!
gd: Mo thighearna!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Take... command... Drive them... away.
gd: Gabh ... ùghdarras ... cuir ... ruaig orra.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas died the day he first fought the orcs and never saw the end of the war. Given its final outcome, this was perhaps for the best.
gd: Fhuair am Morair Earlornas bàs nuair a rinn e sabaid an aghaidh nan deamhan a’ chiad turas agus chan fhaca e deireadh a’ chogaidh. Ma smaoinicheas tu air mar an do dh’èirich dhaibh, ’s dòcha gun robh sin nas fhearr.

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: I’ve been bested, but the combat wasn’t fair... A thousand curses on you, withered coward! May you suffer... and when my master, Rualsha, finds you may he wipe your people from the face of this earth!
gd: Dh’fhairlich orm, ach cha robh an cath cothromach ... Mìle mallachd ort, a ghealtair sheic! Gum  fulaing thu ... is nuair a lorgas mo cheannard Ruailsia thu, gu toir e droch bhàs dhuibh uile!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Rualsha? Hmm... What if... Assemble a war-party, we need to scout north!
gd: Ruailsia! Hmm ... Dè ma ... Cruinnichibh cath-bhuidheann, feumaidh sinn an taobh tuath a thoirt oirnn!

note: [scenario]: id=02_Assassins
en: Assassins
gd: Foill-mhurtairean

note: [side]: type=Orcish Slayer, id=Gharlsa
en: Gharlsa
gd: Garlsa

note: [part]
en: The path of the orcish war band was easy to follow — a wide swathe of trampled ground through violated forest. Erlornas and his party swiftly followed it north and west.
gd: Bha an t&#8209;slighe a ghabh cath-bhuidheann nan deamhan furasta leantainn – staran leathainn dhe thalamh air spleuchd tro choille thruaillte. Lean Earlornas is a chuideachd air gu luath dhan iar-thuath.

note: [part]
en: Soon they arrived at a region where the forest was cut through by many streams, only to find something unexpected.
gd: An ceann greis, ràinig iad roinn le grunn uillt am measg nan craobhan far an do thachair rud ris nach robh fiughair dhaibh.

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Assassins are hard to hit, and their poison is insidious. Stay close to the villages, where poisoning can be cured, and force your enemies to attack you from the river.
gd: Gliocas:
    Tha e doirbh bualadh air  foill-mhurtairean is tha am puinsean aca carach. Fuirich faisg air na bailtean ach an urrainn dhut am puinnsean a leigheas is thoir air an nàmhaid ionnsaigh a thoirt ort bhon abhainn.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Gharlsa
gd: Thoir buaidh air Garlsa

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: The trail leads straight to this place, my lord.
gd: Tha an staran a’ dol dìreach dhan àite seo, mo thighearna.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: There is a keep ahead of us. How comes it that we know nothing of it? I thought our borders were watched more carefully.
gd: Tha daingean romhainn. Carson nach eil fios againn mu dhèidhinn? Shaoilinn gun robh faire nas fhearr air ar crìochan.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: I... I know not, my lord. For ages there was no one in these lands that could build such a thing save us. I fear we have fallen prey a false sense of security that has injured the vigilance of our scouts.
gd: Cha ... chan eil fios agam. Bho chionn aimsir, cha robh duine beò san tìr seo ach sinne a bhiodh comasach air a leithid a thogail. Tha eagal orm gun robh sinn a’ faireachdainn ro shàbhailte is nach robh nàistinn gheur air ar rabhadairean tuilleadh.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: When the fighting ends, I’ll have some answers. But for now—
gd: Nuair a bhios an cath seachad, gheibh mi freagairt. Ach an-dràsta ...

note: [message]: id=Gharlsa
en: Gharlsa sees elves... yes... Fresh meat for wolves. Yes, yes...
gd: Tha Garlsa a’ faicinn sìthichean, tha ... feòil ùr dha na madaidhean ann. Seadh, seadh ...

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: — let’s focus on the task at hand.
gd: ... thoireamaid ar n&#8209;aire air an obair a tha romhainn.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: Does that demented creature truly believe he can kill us?
gd: Saoilibh a bheil an creutair truagh seo dhen bheachd gun rachadh leis ar marbhadh?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Appearances can be deceiving. Tell the men to be cautious.
gd: Na toiribh breith a rèir coltas. Innisibh dha ar cuideachd gum bi sinn faiceallach.

note: [message]: id=Gharlsa
en: Yes... yes... Slay them!
gd: Seadh ... seadh ... bàs orra!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: Hurts... failed... Rualsha gonna be angry...
gd: Goirt ... dh’fhàillig ... bidh Ruailsia feargach ...

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: This... ‘Rualsha’ again. We need to forge ahead; the answers we seek are not here. Perhaps we will find them further north.
gd: Seo ... ‘Ruailsia’ a-rithist. Feumaidh sinn cumail oirnn, cha lorg sinn na freagairtean a tha a dhìth oirnn an-seo. ’S dòcha gun ionnsaich sinn rudeigin nas fhaide tuath.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Destroy this place and let the forest take the ruins. We don’t want any more undesirables to use it.
gd: Millibh an t&#8209;àite seo is leigibh leis a’ choille an tobhta a ghabhail. Chan eil sinn ag iarraidh gun cleachd gràisg eile e.

note: [scenario]: id=03_Wasteland
en: Wasteland
gd: Talamh fàs

note: [part]
en: As they fared further north the green forest thinned around them, slowly fading into a barren and fallow country. The signs were obvious and unmistakable — tree stumps, an occasional half-rotten tree felled long ago, and dead wood around them in scarce grass. This had been forest once, like the woods they called home. It had been murdered.
gd: Fhad ’s a chùm iad orra nas fhaide tuath, dh’fhàs na craobhan nas ainneimhe, a’ crìonadh air  falbh dha thìr sheasg bhàn. Bha na samhlaidhean follaiseach is gun teagamh — stocan craoibhe, craobhan lobhach air an gearradh sìos bho chionn fhada is maide marbh mun cuairt san fheur ghann. B’ àbhaist seo a bhith ’na choille coltach ris a’ choille dhachaigh aca. Bhathar air a marbhadh.

note: [part]
en: There was no trail to be found here; wind and rain had erased the spoor. Fortunately, there was no need of a trail; smoke on the horizon betrayed the presence of their enemies.
gd: Cha robh lorgan ann tuilleadh oir bha a’ ghaoth is an t&#8209;uisge air sguabadh às dhaibh. Gu fortanach, cha robh lorgan a dhìth orra; b’ e toit air  fàire a bh’ ann a dh’innis dhaibh càite an robh an nàmhaid.

note: [part]
en: Erlornas was near-certain they would find orcs there. No clan of dwarves would break their ancient treaties with the elves in this way; humans were never so... methodical in their destruction, and did not travel in sufficiently large numbers in a north country they found too cold and damp for comfort. The great question remained — would he find Rualsha?
gd: Bha Earlornas cha mhòr cinnteach gun lorgadh iad deamhain ann. Cha bhiodh na troichean a’ briseadh nan seann chùmhnantan aca leis na sìthichean san dòigh seo; cha bhiodh an cinne-daonna cho ... èifeachdach leis an sgrios is cha shiubhladh iad ann am buidhnean mòra san taobh tuath a bha ro fhuar is bog ach am biodh e cofhurtail dhaibh. Cha robh ach aon teagamh air  fhàgail — an dèanadh e lorg air Ruailsia?

note: [part]
en: Perhaps, but not here. The tribe this camp housed was too small to impress fear on other orcs. Come next morning, the elves were prepared for battle.
gd: ’S dòcha, ach cha dèanadh an-seo. Bha an cinneadh a bha a’ còmhnaidh sa champa seo ro bheag gus an t&#8209;eagal a chur air deamhain eile. Air làrna mhàireach, bha na sìthichean ullaichte airson sabaide.

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    There are no villages in this scenario — you must use healers instead. Use hit-and-run tactics to weaken enemy units who cannot heal themselves.
gd: Gliocas:
    Chan eil bailtean sa chnàmh-sgeul seo — feumaidh tu slànaighearan a chleachdadh ’nan àite. Cleachd ro-innleachd buille-is-ruith gus aonadan an nàmhad a lagachadh aig nach eil comas slànachaidh.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Gnargha
gd: Thoir buaidh air Gnargha

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: Lord... I’m... I am filled with grief. This senseless destruction is... overwhelming.
gd: Mo thighearna ... tha ... tha mi fo bhròin. Tha am milleadh gun chiall seo ... uabhasach.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Yes. And this is the threat we were blind to but are now facing. This tribe is small, yet we must drive them back to the north. They must have no footholds south of the hills.
gd: Tha gu dearbh. ’S e seo a’ bhagairt nach do dh’aithnich sinn is a tha romhainn a-nis. Tha an cinneadh beag, ach feumaidh sinn ruaig a chur orra gu tuath. Chan fhaod sinn grèim sam bith fhàgail dhaibh taobh deas nan cnoc.

note: [message]: id=Gnargha
en: Elves!? This means Urugha failed and his spirit will suffer greatly for his weakness. So be it!
gd: Sìthichean! Tha seo a’ fàgail gun do dh’fhàillig Urugha is fulaingidh anam gu mòr air sàilleibh a laigse. Sin mar a tha!

note: [message]: id=Gnargha
en: Rise up, grunts! We have a great fight upon us! Let your rage flow freely! Let your blades slay all! First one to draw blood will feast by my fire this night!
gd: Aramach, a mhadagain! Thàinig cath mòr oirnn! Bithibh feargach! Marbhaibh a h&#8209;uile gin dhiubh le ur lannan! Gheibh a’ chiad fhear a dhòirteas fuil cuireadh dha dh’fhèist aig an teine agam a-nochd!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Aim true, men, with wit and courage the day will be ours. And spare no-one, there can be no orc south of the hills, else we’ll never have peace again.
gd: Gabhamaid amharc cinnteach, a chàirdean, ’s ann le gliocas is misneachd a thèid an latha leinn. Na gabhaibh truas air gin sam bith aca! Chan fhaod deamhan beò a bhith air  fhàgail taobh deas nan cnoc air neo cha bhi sìth againn a-rithist gu bràth tuilleadh.

note: [message]: id=Gnargha
en: You won... elf... But it changes... nothing... (<i>cough</i>)
gd: Buannaich thu ... a shìthiche ... ach chan atharraich e ... dad ... (<i>casad</i>)

note: [message]: id=Gnargha
en: We found the way... Now... we will come in numbers... (<i>cough</i>) you can’t imagine...
gd: Lorg sinn an t&#8209;slighe ... a-nis ... thig àireamhan mòra againn ... (<i>casad</i>) chan eil sgot agad ...

note: [message]: id=Gnargha
en: (<i>Cough</i>) I’ll be waiting... among the dead...
gd: (<i>Casad</i>) Bidh mi a’ feitheamh ort ... am measg ’nam marbh ...

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The orcish chieftain finally fell, overcome by his wounds. The elves found themselves in a half-ruined camp littered with the bodies of both sides, there was no hale orc in sight, nor did any of the wounded beg mercy. The elves took no prisoners.
gd: Ghèill ceannard nan deamhan mu dheireadh thall fo bhuaidh a lotan. Mhair na sìthichean ann an campa leth-mhillte làn cuirp nam marbh a bhuineadh dhan dà bhuidheann. Cha robh deamhan slàn ri fhaicinn is cha do dh’iarr an fheadhainn leòinte truas. Cha do bheò-ghlac na sìthichean gin dhiubh.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: It’s done, lord. No-one escaped. No-one tried to escape. I’m... disturbed.
gd: Rinn sinn a’ chùis orra, a thighearna. Cha do theich gin dhiubh. Cha robh gin dhiubh eadhon a’ feuchainn ri teicheadh. Tha mi ... an-shocrach.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Good. But their disregard for self-preservation is astounding. As is their ferocity when defending what they claim as their own. Have the scouts found others this side of the hills?
gd: Seadh. Ach tha e iongantach dè cho dèidheil ’s a bha iad gach fèin-dìon fhàgail dhan dàrna taobh. Cho iongantach ’s a tha am buirbe le dìon na bhuineas dhaibh dha rèir-san. An do lorg na rabhadairean barrachd dhiubh taobh thall nan cnoc?

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: No, lord. But trolls were spotted in the hills ahead. Do we really need to cross them to the north?
gd: Cha do lorg, ach chunnacas athaich am measg nan cnoc a tha romhainn. A bheil feum againn dol thairis orra gu tuath le cinnt?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Yes. The council has spoken to me through a dream-sending. They are troubled. Reinforcements have been sent after us, but we need to press on. Tell the men to rest, we’ll move out at dawn.
gd: Tha. Tha a’ chomhairle air bruidhinn rium ann am bruadar-chur. Tha iad draghail. Chaidh foirlionadh a chur às ar dèidh, ach feumaidh sinn cumail oirnn. Innis dha ar cuideachd gun gabh iad fois, falbhaidh sinn sa chamhanaich.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: What about the loot lord? We found supplies worth over a hundred gold in the camp.
gd: Dè mu dhèidhinn a’ chreach, a thighearna? Lorg sinn stòras le luach barrachd air ceud buinn òir sa champa.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Distribute some among the men, save the rest for the road. This country is a wasteland now; we won’t find much forage on the march.
gd: Sgaoilibh cuid dheth am measg ar cuideachd is sàbhailibh an còrr airson an rathaid. ’S e fàsach a tha san dùthaich seo a-nis is cha lorg sinn cus innlinn air an t&#8209;slighe.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: We found some supplies when searching the camp, but nothing much. What is to be done with them?
gd: Lorg sinn beagan stòrais nuair a rannsaich sinn an campa, ach cha robh cus dheth ann. Dè nì sinn leis?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Save it for the march north. There is little to be found in this barren country.
gd: Sàbhailibh airson an t&#8209;slighe gu tuath e. Cha lorg sinn cus san dùthaich sheisg seo.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Lord Erlornas never saw the blade that felled him. He died on the spot, with not a chance to issue last commands or farewells. Without him his wardens soon fell into confusion, and losing heart withdrew from the battle.
gd: Chan fhaca am Morair Earlornas an lann a thug bàs dha a-riamh. Chaill e a bheatha sa bhad agus gun chothrom gus òrduighean no beannachdan deireannach a thoirt seachad. Thàinig am breisleach air a fhreiceadain às aonais is theich iad bhon bhlàr le briseadh-dòchais.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: When reinforcements finally arrived, elves managed to dislodge the orcish tribe. But the threat from the north remained unresolved and loomed large over their future.
gd: Nuair a thàinig am  foirlionadh mu dheireadh thall, chaidh leis na sìthichean an cinneadh  deamhain seo fhuadach. Cha d’ fhuair iad fuasgladh air a’ bhagairt bho taobh tuath ge-tà a mhaireadh a bhith ’na cunnart dhaibh a-nis.

note: [message]: role=Adviser
en: We can’t carry on Lord, the men are too tired. We have to fall back.
gd: Chan urrainn dhuinn leantainn oirnn, a thighearna. Feumaidh sinn cùlachadh a dhèanamh.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Damn it. Sound the retreat, we’ll try again when reinforcements arrive.
gd: Daingead! Cùlaicheamaid! Feuchaidh sinn ris a-rithist nuair a thig am  foirlionadh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The expected relief caught up with them a few days later. The following morning they took the field against a far larger host of orcs. The battle ended in a draw; the war raged on for years...
gd: Mar a bha dùil, ràinig am  foirlionadh iad beagan làithean an dèidh seo. An làrna mhàireach, thug iad am blàr orra an aghaidh sluagh nan deamhan a bha fada ro mhòr dhaibh. Cha do rinn an dàrna h&#8209;aon a’ chùis air an aon eile agus lean an cogadh air  fad bhliadhnaichean ...

note: [scenario]: id=04_Valley_of_Trolls
en: Valley of Trolls
gd: Gleann nan Athach

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Gurk
en: Gurk
gd: Gurg

note: [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Gurk [side]: type=Troll, type=Troll Warrior, id=Hrugu
en: Trolls
gd: Athaich

note: [part]
en: Next morning, the elves set off again, increasingly wearied by the hardships of the campaign and longing for the green comfort of their home forests. This land was barren and rugged; nothing shielded them from biting northern wind as they traveled towards the mountains looming before them.
gd: An làrna mhàireach, thug na sìthichean an rathad orra a-rithist, ged a bha iad a’ fàs sgìth le cruadal na h&#8209;iomairte is ag ionndrainn nan coilltean dachaigh uaine aca. Bha an tìr seo sgurrach seasg is cha robh fasgadh ann an aghaidh na gaoithe bioraiche a tuath fhad ’s a bha iad a’ siubhal an comhair nam mòr-bheann a bha romhpa.

note: [part]
en: At dusk they arrived at the mouth of a valley cutting almost straight through the range and made camp, as scouts warned that the area was hostile and the road ahead treacherous in darkness. There were no songs or music that night and most of the elves slept uneasily. An unlucky few kept a cautious watch.
gd: Air beul na h&#8209;oidhche, ràinig iad ceann glinne a sgar am monadh is thog iad campa oir thug na rabhadairean naidheachd dhaibh gun robh an roinn seo nàimhdeil is an rathad cunnartach san dorchadas. Cha chluinneadh òran no port an oidhche sin is chaidil a’ mhòr cuid dhe na sìthichean gu an-shocair. Bha cuid eile fo dhleastanas faire.

note: [part]
en: When sunrise came, the elves moved into battle formations. Whatever waited in the slopes ahead, it would not find them unprepared.
gd: Nuair a dh’èirich a’ ghrian, dh’ullaich na sìthichean airson a’ bhlàir. Ge b’ e dè a bha a’ feitheamh orra am measg nan sliabh romhpa, ’s ann gum biodh iad deiseil air a shon.

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Trolls are poor fighters when not on rugged terrain and fare even worse during the daytime. Lure them out of the hills and attack in the sunlight.
gd: Gliocas:
    Cha dèan na h&#8209;athaich deagh shabaid mura h&#8209;eil iad air cruth-tìre sgurrach is thèid fiù ’s nas miosa leotha air an latha. Tarraing a-mach às na beanntan iad is thoir ionnsaigh orra ann an solas a grèine.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat all enemy leaders
gd: Thoir buaidh air a h-uile ceannard nàmhad

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: We are far from our lands, now, Erlornas, and we have driven the orcs from the forest. Why do we not return home?
gd: Tha sinn fad air  falbh bhon tìr againn fhèin a-nis, Earlornais, is dh’fhuadaich sinn na deamhain bhon choille. Carson nach till sinn dhachaigh?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: You know well enough... Rualsha. That name sounds everywhere we go since the incursion began. That orc is much more than a mere marauding bandit in search of pillage. And he wants this land. <i>Our</i> land. He is planning an invasion, I’m sure of it. We must gather more information about his plans before we go back.
gd: Tha fios agaibh carson ... Ruailsia. Chuala sinn an t&#8209;ainm seo anns gach àite a chaidh sinn bho thoiseach na foghail. Chan e spùinneadair air tòir nan creach a-mhàin a th’ anns an deamhan ud ach tha e air tòir na tìre seo; na tìre againne. Tha e ag ullachadh briseadh a-steach is gabhaltas, tha mi cinnteach às. Feumaidh sinn barrachd fiosrachaidh a chruinneachadh mu na planaichean a th’ aige mus till sinn.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: And tell me... How did you sleep last night?
gd: Agus innsibh dhomh ... ciamar a chaidil sibh a-raoir?

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: How did I?... Uneasy, lord. My dreams were bleak, some of them nightmares.
gd: Ciamar? ... gu an-shocrach, a thighearna. Bha mo bhruadairean lom is trom-laighean ’nam measg.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Yes. The earth currents are perturbed here, and the bridges to the dreamland are tainted. I think there is a mage dwelling somewhere nearby. Or perhaps more than one; the traces are mixed, and some of them have an unwholesome flavor.
gd: Seadh. Tha sruthan na tìre bruaidleanach an-seo agus na drochaidean dha thìr ’nam bruadair trothach. Saoilidh mi gu bheil buidseach a’ fuireach faisg oirnn no ’s dòcha barrachd air aonar. Tha na lorgan co-mheasgaichte is tha blas mì-fhallain air cuid dhiubh.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: It would be dire indeed for us if these orcs have magic to add to their battle-might.
gd: Bhiodh e èiginneach dhuinn dha-rìribh nam biodh na deamhain seo air buidseachd a chur ris a neart-catha aca.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: We must discover if this is so.
gd: Feumaidh sinn fiosrachadh an do chuir.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: Information will do us no good if we are killed before we return with it! These mountains look like troll territory.
gd: Cha bhi fiosrachadh gu feum sam bith mur tèid leinn tilleadh beò leis! Tha coltas tìr nan athach air na beanntan seo.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Enough. The sun’s fully over the horizon. Give the order to advance.
gd: Fòghnaidh dhe sin. Tha a’ ghrian air èirigh gu slàn. Thoir seachad an t&#8209;òrdugh gun lean sinn oirnn.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: That was the last of the chieftains, lord. The lesser trolls seem to be retreating now.
gd: Seo am  fear mu dheireadh dhe na ceannardan, a thighearna. Tha na h&#8209;athaich nas lugha a’ cùlachadh a-nis a rèir coltais.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: It is well. Break camp and move everyone through the pass before they rally. We’ll rest a bit on the other side; we have earned it.
gd: Glè mhath. Cruinnicheamaid an campa is rachamaid uile tron bhealach mus ath-chruinnicheas iad. Gabhaidh sinn beagan fois taobh thall; tha sinn airidh air.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: At once. How much time do you think we have?
gd: Sa bhad. Saoil dè an ùine a tha air  fhàgail dhuinn?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: A day, perhaps. We fought two clans today; they won’t take long to rally. We need to be gone from here by sunset next.
gd: Latha, ’s dòcha. Rinn sinn sabaid an aghaidh da chinneadh an-diugh; cha bhi mòran ùine a dhìth orra gus ath-chruinneachadh. Feumaidh sinn a bhith air  falbh ron ath dhol fodha na grèine.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: We have slain a chieftain! Take heart! This battle is almost won!
gd: Thug sinn bàs air ceannard! Siuthadaibh! Tha am blàr seo cha mhòr air a chosnadh!

note: [message]: speaker=second_unit
en: Ha! Me smashed da funny elf. Me got a trophy!
gd: Ha! Bhris mi an sìthiche èibhinn. ’S leamsa an triathach!

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: No! This can’t be!
gd: Och is ochain nan och èire! Chan fhaod seo bhith!

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Soon after Erlornas died, the elven party, lacking a leader and pressed from all sides, scattered and fled. Their retreat to Wesmere was arduous and long.
gd: Greis an dèidh bàs Earlornais, sgaoil is theich na sìthichean fo èiginn is ceannard a dhìth orra. Bha an cùlachadh dha Loch Bheasa cruaidh is fada.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: During their retreat, the pass was crossed by another army moving in the opposite direction. Orcs were back south of the pass, and this time they were to stay for a long, long time.
gd: Fhad ’s a bha iad a’ cùlachadh, thàinig feachd eile thar a’ bhealaich an taobh eile. Bha na deamhain air tilleadh dha thaobh dheas a’ bhealaich is an turas seo bhiodh iad a’ fuireach àm  fada fada.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: We can’t get through, my Lord. These whelps are not individually very dangerous, but there are huge numbers of them.
gd: Cha tig sinn tromhpa, mo thighearna. Chan eil na cuileanan seo glè chunnartach fa leth ach tha fada cus dhiubh ann.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Four days of combat and nothing to show for it. How does it feel to you?
gd: Ceithir làithean dhe bhlàr gun toradh. Ciamar a tha sibh a’ faireachdainn mu dhèidhinn?

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: Terrible, my lord. Never in my life did I dream I’d be bested by mere trolls. What are your orders?
gd: Uabhasach, mo thighearna. Cha bhithinn-sa an dùil roimhe riamh gun deachadh mo ruaig le athaich. Dè na h&#8209;òrduighean agaibh?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Withdraw and make camp a safe distance from the hills. There is no further point in this fight. We’ll wait for reinforcements.
gd: Dèanamaid cùlachadh is campa air astar sàbhailte bho na cnuic. Chan eil ciall sa chath seo tuilleadh. Feumaidh sinn feitheamh airson foirlionadh.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The reinforcements arrived a few days later, a crack force of rangers with some cavalry support. When they attempted the pass again, they found not trolls but something worse — an orcish army approaching from the north.
gd: Thàinig am  foirlionadh beagan làithean an dèidh seo, deagh fheachd dhe shealgairean le taic mharcaichean. Nuair a dh’fheuch iad ri tighinn troimhe a-rithist, cha do lorg iad athaich ach rudeigin fada nas miosa — feachd nan deamhan a’ tighinn bho thuath.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: The battle that ensued was bloody and inconclusive, and the elven losses were only the beginning of the mournful toll in a war that would rage for many years after.
gd: Bha am blàr a lean dearg is gun toradh cheart agus cha robh ach toiseach cogaidh fada a bhiodh a’ leantainn thar bhliadhnaichean a bh’ anns a’ chall truagh aig na sìthichean air an latha seo.

note: [scenario]: id=05_Linaera_the_Quick
en: Linaera the Quick
gd: Lionara Luath

note: [part]
en: After a day of hard-earned rest the elves marched north again. This was unknown country, not frequented even by Wesmere’s furthermost-faring scouts.
gd: An dèidh latha dhe dh’fhois air an robh iad làn airidh, thug na sìthichean an rathad gu tuath orra a-rithist. Bha iad air thighinn dha dh’aineolas nach robh fiù ’s na rabhadairean as fharsainge aca a’ siubhail roimhe riamh.

note: [part]
en: Two days’ travel later, the forward scouts reported another orcish warband laying siege to a tower.
gd: An dèidh dà latha eile a’ siubhal, thug na rabhadairean fios dhaibh mu chath-bhuidheann eile dhe dheamhain a bha a’ cur sèist ri tùr.

note: [part]
en: Erlornas surveyed the siege from atop a small tree-covered hill overlooking the tower valley...
gd: Thomhais Earlornas an t&#8209;sèist bho mhullach cnuic chraobhaich bhig le amhairc air gleann an tùir ...

note: [side]: type=Silver Mage, id=Linaera
en: Linaera
gd: Lionara

note: [side]: type=Silver Mage, id=Linaera
en: Wizards
gd: Draoidhean

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Use Elven Scouts and Linaera’s power of teleportation to mount hit-and-run attacks.
gd: Gliocas:
    Cleachd rabhadairean sìthiche is cumhachd tele-phortaidh Lionara gus ionnsaighean buille-is-ruith a chur air chois.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Krughnar and break the siege
gd: Thoir buaidh air Krughnar is tog sèist far an tùir

note: [objective]: condition=lose
en: Death of Linaera
gd: Bàs Lionara

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Report.
gd: Aithrisibh.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: A warband of orcs, no women or children among them, besieges a tower. It’s of human design... but we are far from the lands granted to humans by treaty, my lord Erlornas.
gd: Tha cath-bhuidheann dhe dheamhain gun bhoireannaich no clann ’nam measg a’ cur sèist ri tùr. Tha dealbhadaireachd na cinne-daonna air an tùr ... ach tha sinn fad air  falbh bhon dùthaich a bhuineas ris a’ chinne-daonna a rèir ar cùmhnantan, mo thighearna Earlornais.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Under the letter of the treaty, it is so. But this country is too cold and barren for us. I wonder, what manner of human would choose to live here, far from its kind? Hmmm...
gd: A rèir nan cùmhnantan, tha sin fìor. Co-dhiù, tha an tìr seo ro sheasg fuar dhuinn. Saoil dè seòrsa dhe dhaoine a chuireadh roimhe fuireach an-seo, fad air  falbh bho a chuideachd? Hmmm ...

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: It trespasses, and should be driven out!
gd: Tha e ri briseadh-chrìochan is fuadaicheamaid e!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Hold. It is only one human, or a few of them at most. Time enough to speak of driving it out when we have no enemies in common.
gd: Air ur socair! Chan e ach aonar no beagan dhiubh a th’ ann. Bidh ùine gu leòr againn gus bruidhinn mu fhuadach mura h&#8209;eil nàimhdean cumanta againn.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Tell me: I see no bridge over the chasm around that keep. Is there any sign that one has been withdrawn by the defenders?
gd: Innsibh dhomh: Chan fhaic mi drochaid thar na mòr-bheàirn mun cuairt na daingein seo. A bheil samhla sam bith ann gun do tharraing an luchd-dìona tè air  falbh?

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: No, lord. No traces of any construction. It looks like no bridge has ever existed there. There must be other, hidden means of access to the tower.
gd: Chan eil. Chan eil lorgan togail sam bith ann. Tha e coltach nach robh drochaid an-seo a-riamh. Feumaidh gu bheil dòighean eile falaichte ann gus an tùr a ruigsinn.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Interesting... Go to my personal stores and bring me a bottle of wine. And a couple of glasses.
gd: Inntinneach ... Rachaibh dhan stòras phearsanta agam agus bheiribh botal fìona dhomh is glainneachan.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: ... Glasses?
gd: .... Glainneachan?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Do it. We’ll have a guest soon.
gd: Dèanaibh e. Tha aoigh gu bhith a’ tadhail oirnn.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator "Faerie" in this paragraph is a rare, poetic word in English. It is the proper name of a magical otherworld associated with elves - actually, originally with fairies, but before Tolkien the boundary between elves and fairies was extremely blurry. In Wesnoth it is delibera
en: Erlornas closed his eyes and brought his hands forward, joined palms forming a cup open to the sky. Soon they began to glow, then to flare like a brazier with the fire of Faerie, casting a cold, blue light all around the elf-lord. A wisp of light emerged from the eerie flames, and at a few murmured words from the elf-lord flew away towards the tower below. Then the light around Erlornas faded and all was seemingly as before.
gd: Dhùin Earlornas a shùilean is shìn e a dhà làmh, ’gan cur ri chèile ann an cruth cupa fosgailte dha na speuran. Thòisich iad air luisneachadh an ceann greis is an uair sin air dol ’nan lasan mar phràisiche le teine nan sìthichean, a’ cur teine fuar gorm timcheall air a’ mhorair. Thog sionnachan solais bho na lasairean uaigealta agus le beagan fhaclan sèimhe bhon mhorair, sgìthich iad an comhair an tùir shìos. An uair sin, chrìon an solas timcheall air Earlornas is a rèir coltais, thill a h&#8209;uile rud mar a bha.

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: Some time later...
gd: Greis an dèidh seo ...

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: So you decided to accept the invitation. Good. Welcome, I am lord Erlornas of Wesmere. I find your presence here... surprising.
gd: Thug sibh romhaibh gabhail ris a’ chuireadh. Glè mhath. Fàilte, is mise am Morair Earlornas à Loch Bheasa. Tha ur còmhnaidh an-seo ... iongantach.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Scarcely less than I find yours, my lord elf, but I would welcome your aid against these orcs. They have been besieging my tower for weeks.
gd: Mar a tha an làthaireachd agaibh dhomhsa, mo thighearna shìthiche, ach chuirinn fàilte air ur taic an aghaidh nan deamhan seo. Tha iad a’ sèisteadh an tùr agam bho chionn seachdainnean.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: I wish their foul kind driven as far as possible from my borders, not to return. It would be no bad thing if an ally of the elves kept watch over this country.
gd: Gun robh an t&#8209;olcas aca air  fhuadach cho fad air  falbh ’s a ghabhas bho na crìochan agam gun tilleadh! Cha b’ e droch rud a bhiodh ann nan robh caidreabhach nan sìthichean a’ cumail faire air an tìr seo.

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Count me an ally, then, lord Erlornas. We can defeat them together.
gd: Smaoinichibh orm mar chaidreabhach ma-thà, a thighearna Earlornais. Nì sinn a’ chùis orra còmhla.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: My lord... humans cannot be trusted! They shift their allegiances with the changing of the wind!
gd: Mo thighearna ... na cuiribh earbsa sa chinne-daonna! Tha an ùmhlachd aca cho iomlaideach ris a’ ghealaich!

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: That may be, but I do not think this one will betray us to the orcs. And we may need her assistance, too: that is a powerful force of orcs ahead.
gd: ’S dòcha gu bheil, ach cha chreid mi gum brath an tè seo sinn dha na deamhain. ’S math dh’fhaoidte gum bi a taic a dhìth oirnn cuideachd: ’s e feachd neartmhor dhe dheamhain a tha romhainn.

note: [message]: id=Linaera
en: Alas, Erlornas, I have failed us...
gd: O chòin, Earlornais, dh’fhàilnich mi ...

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: And that is well ended. But, Linaera, there is somewhat else that concerns me. You are a mage; do you not feel something... wrong... to the east of here?
gd: Agus seo crìoch mhath air. Ach Lionara, tha rudeigin eile a’ cur dragh orm. ’S e draoidh a th’ annaibh; nach eil sibh a’ faireachdainn rudeigin .... cearr ... gu ear?

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: I do indeed. Something evil has recently made a nest in the next valley over; its servants have been sniffing at the edges of my domain. I had meant to deal with it myself, but if you elves revere the green earth I think you will want it abolished as much as do I.
gd: Tha gu dearbh. Rinn rudeigin olc nead san ath ghleann; tha na sgalagan aige a’ snòtadh oirean m’ ùghdarrais. Bha mi airson dèiligeadh ris leam  fhìn, ach ma dh’urramaicheas na sìthichean an talamh uaine ’s dòcha gu bheil sibh airson cur às dha cho math ’s a tha mise.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: We are of one mind, then. Let us go to it.
gd: Tha sinn dhen aon bheachd ma-thà. Siuthadamaid.

note: [scenario]: id=06_A_Detour_through_the_Swamp
en: A Detour through the Swamp
gd: Far-bhealach tron bhoglach

note: [side]: type=Lich, id=Keremal
en: Keremal
gd: Keremel

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Undead are resistant to physical attack. Use mages to attack the undead, and elves to protect and support the mages.
gd: Gliocas:
    Tha comas-seasaimh an aghaidh ionnsaighean corporra aig closaich. Cleachd draoidhean gus ionnsaigh a thoirt orra is sìthichean gus na draoidhean a dhìon is taic a thoirt dhaibh.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Keremal
gd: Thoir buaidh air Keremel

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: The evil spirits who have settled in this wetland have turned it into a vile bog. My apprentices and I have the power to dispel them, but you must protect us from their weapons.
gd: Tha na spioradan olca a thuinich sa mhòinteach seo air a tionndadh na boglach dhìblidh. Tha cumhachd agamsa is aig na foghlamaichean agam gus ruaig a chur orra, ach feumaidh sibh ar dìon bhon armachd aca.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: All is lost! Without Linaera’s help, I cannot hope to defeat these horrifying apparitions!
gd: Chaill sinn a h&#8209;uile rud! Às aonais taic Lionara, chan eil cothrom na Fèinne agam gus ruaig a chur air na taibhsean uabhasach seo!

note: [message]: speaker=Linaera
en: Thank you, Erlornas... now I can return to my tower in peace. But I think some of my apprentices wish to follow you north in pursuit of the orcs.
gd: Mòran taing, Earlornais ... ’s urrainn dhomh tilleadh don tùr agam le sìth a-nis. Ach saoilidh mi gum bu toil le cuid de na foghlamaichean agam ur leantainn gu tuath an tòir air na deamhain.

note: [message]: role=mage
en: I have always wished to see elves, and now I have fought alongside them! May I please travel with you?
gd: Bu mhiann leam an-còmhnaidh sìthichean fhaicinn is tha mi air sabaid a dhèanamh ri an taobh a-nis! Am  faod mi tighinn còmhla ruibh?

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: Certainly... I shall be glad of your help.
gd: Faodaidh gu dearbh ... Bidh mi taingeil airson do thaice.

note: [scenario]: id=07_Showdown
en: Showdown
gd: An cath deireannach

note: [side]: type=Orcish Sovereign, id=Rualsha
en: Rualsha
gd: Ruailsia

note: [objectives]
en: Hint:
    Your enemy is well-defended against attacks from the south. Use rangers to sneak through the forest and mount a surprise attack from the north.
gd: Gliocas:
    Tha dìon mhath aig an nàmhaid an aghaidh ionnsaighean bhon taobh dheas. Cleachd sealgairean gus èalaidh tron choille is ionnsaigh gun dùil a thoirt orra bhon taobh tuath.

note: [objective]: condition=win
en: Defeat Rualsha
gd: Thoir buaidh air Ruailsia

note: [message]: speaker=Lomarfel
en: My lord! We have ridden hard for over a week to catch up with you! The Ka’lian has deliberated, and asks you to defeat Rualsha quickly before he can muster a full invasion force.
gd: Mo thighearna! Tha sinn air marcachadh gu cruaidh bho chionn corr is seachdain gus ur ruigsinn! Tha an Ca’lian air beachdachadh is ag iarraidh oirbh ruaig a chur air Ruailsia gu luath mus tèid leis feachd mòr airson gabhaltais a chruinneachadh.

note: [message]: speaker=Rualsha
en: Puny elves! My full army will be here soon, and then we will crush you. You will beg for a quick death!
gd: A sheargairean shìthiche! Bidh am  feachd slàn agam an-seo a dh’aithghearr is cuiridh sinn às dhiubh. Grìosaichidh sibh bàs luath oirnn!

note: [message]: speaker=unit
en: You may slay me, Erlornas, but my people live on. They will not forget! They will pursue you, and destroy you utterly... we will... we... arrgh...
gd: ’S mathaid gum marbh thu mi, Earlornais, ach mairidh mo chuideachd. Cha dìochuimhnich iad! Thig iad às do dhèidh is cuiridh iad às dhut gu tur ... cuiridh sinn ... cuiridh ... gggh ...

note: [message]: speaker=narrator
en: But Rualsha overestimated the will of his troops. With their leader dead, they scattered, and fled from the elves back to their fastnesses in the far north.
gd: Co-dhiù, cha robh miann cho làidir leis na saighdearan aige ’s a bha Ruailsia an dùil. Le bàs a’ cheannaird aca, sgaoil is theich iad bho na sìthichean dha na daingnean aca fada tuath.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: It grieves me to take life, even of a barbarian such as Rualsha.
gd: Tha mi a’ caoidh gun tug mi bàs dha chreutair beò, eadhon fear cho borb ’s a bha Ruailsia.

note: [message]: role=Advisor
en: If the orcs press us, we shall need to become more accustomed to fighting.
gd: Ma chuireas na deamhain èiginn oirnn, feumaidh sinn fàs nas cleachdte ris an t&#8209;sabaid.

note: [message]: id=Erlornas
en: I fear it will be so. We have won a first victory here, but dark times come upon its heels.
gd: ’S eagal leam gum  feum. Choisinn sinn a’ chiad bhuaidh an-seo, ach tha amannan dorcha ri teachd air a sàileibh.
